JENOVA-project G, gave birth to monsters like me and Angeal. JENOVA-project S,... used the remains of countless failed experiments to create a perfect monster.

Poor little Sephiroth... You've never actually met your mother, you've only been told her name, no? I don't know what images you've conjured up in your head, but... JENOVA, was excavated from a 2000 year old rock layer... She's a monster.

What do you know... SHINRA LAPDOGS!?

Just a scrape, ... I'll be fine, don't worry...Even if the morrow is barren of promises... Nothing shall forestall... My return.

My friend, your desire... Is the bringer of life, the gift of the Goddess!

My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow...

When the war of the beasts brings about the worlds end, the goddess descends from the sky... her gift everlasting.

I don't see Sephiroth today, but... Are you game?

If this world seeks my destruction... It goes with me...

My 'parents' betrayed me... They had always betrayed me, from the very beginning.

The world needs a new hero!

So smug... But, for how long?

Settle down... Zack, the puppy.

Out of my way!

Perfect monster indeed...

Infinite in mystery, is the gift of the goddess, we seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface, the wandering soul knows no rest...

That's no way to talk to an Hero!

I see. You've finally made your decision, I'll respect your wishes old friend... However, can you really live... on that side?

There is no hate, only joy, for you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds.

Three friends go into battle, one is captured, one flies away, the one that is left, becomes a hero.

My soul corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment, to find the end of my journey in my own salvation... and your eternal slumber...

Then what should an angel fight for Zack? What do angels dream of?! Angels dream of one thing... To be human.

Flying feels... pretty good.

Zack... You have my thanks...

All hail Sephiroth, huh?

Stop! You'll destroy us all!

Enough!

This sword is a symbol of our family's dreams and honor.

Zack, join my battle, our enemy is all that creates suffering.

My mother could not continue to live... And neither... can the son...

My father is DEAD!

Use 'some' discretion...

Use brings about wear, tear and rust, and that's a real waste.

I can be... pretty cheap.

You're a little more important than my sword,... but just a little.

Zack, embrace your dreams... If you want to be a Hero, you need to have dreams... and honor.

Don't take Sephiroth lightly...

Zack, focus!

Honor can be quite a burden ... at times...

But even then, I had my honor. The largest Banora White tree grew on a wealthy man's estate. It was rumored, that those apples tasted the best, but I never stole from that tree, because the wealthy man's son, was my friend...

No story, is not worth hearing.

I've become... A monster. A monster's objective is usually world domination or revenge...

When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end,
The goddess descends from the sky,
Wings of light and dark spread afar,
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.

Act 1

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess,
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky,
Ripples form on the water's surface,
The wandering soul knows no rest.

Act 2

There is no hate, only joy,
For you are beloved by the goddess,
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds.
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul,
Pride is lost,
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.

Act 3

My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow,
No matter where the winds may blow.
My friend, your desire,
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.
Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return.

Act 4

My friend, the fates are cruel,
There are no dreams, no honor remains,
The arrow has left, the bow of the goddess.
My soul, corrupted by vengeance,
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey,
In my own salvation,
And your eternal slumber.
Legend shall speak,
Of sacrifice at world's end,
The wind sails over the water's surface,
Quietly, but surely.

Act 5 (Unofficial, created by Genesis)

Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return,
To become the dew that quenches the land,
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies,
I offer thee this silent sacrifice.